A slightly red hand, warmed by the water's temperature, emerged from inside the door, and suddenly pulled her in.
The shower overhead poured onto her head and clothes at once.
She couldn't really tolerate the heat, mumbled, "The water's too hot."
A fair hand adjusted the water temperature lower.
Jiang Beiyu pressed a person against the wet wall, lowered his head, and kissed.
After a night of indulgence came infinite physical exhaustion, with abundant spiritual power circulating in both their minds.
Su Nanzhi woke up, staring at the ceiling, her gaze vacant, looking vaguely like she'd been dazed by last night's impacts.
The constant flow of spiritual power within her made her feel her strength was ever-increasing; after last night's dual cultivation, it was hard to say who benefited more.
Before sleep, she saw that the Phoenix mark on Jiang Beiyu's shoulder was darker, seeping into the soul, never to fade in this lifetime.
